Once upon a time there were two spotted wargs named Fang and Rot. They lived in the pleasantly dank, dark pits of Isengard, eating putrid pork and the occasional orc limb. On occassion they would be saddled up, and then they would go for a nice long rampage across the plains of Rohan and terrorize women and children and livestock. Sometimes, though, they encountered nasty Men on horses, and Rot got poked in his tummy, once.

But nothing was as bad as when mad walking trees came and unleashed the River Isen, and poor Fang and Rot were washed away.

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